I cannot be the dish I was part of before it broke.
Yes. It broke. I did not break it alone.
I can use the pieces of the beautiful ceramic to be a part of a new mosaic. A mosaic, an artwork that could not have existed without the original dish.
So instead of feeling only the pain, I can remember the appreciation, the joy. The gratitude for what was and what is.
It is not pain which is buried deep in me. It is anger. I am angry still. That I had to take the action. That I had to be the one to bear the "blame".
Maybe I can learn to be happy and grateful that I was and am strong enough to have taken the action that set us all free for new growth and travels. I was the catalyst -- not the instrument of destruction. Hmmmm.
